Mayor, you are so beautiful

Yangliu Village is sandwiched among broken walls and ruins, forming a unique and beautiful paradise.

Surrounded by deep mountains and old forests that can't be seen, all the way up, there are [-] winding paths.

There are farmland and vegetable gardens in the village, and there are more than a dozen families living there, and the neighbors are harmonious and friendly.

On the night of the fifteenth day, a full moon hung in the corner of the sky. The villagers packed up their things and went home to cook after finishing their farm work.

At three o'clock in the morning, everyone has a busy day, and the door is closed to rest. The dog yawns in front of the door and barks when there is any movement.

Outside the village, it was dark, and a few people stood by the withered rice fields, admiring the wind and the moon at the village.

It was the city lord who came looking for the full moon, Qing Long, Bai Hu, and Zhu Wei.

Qingtaki sneezed: "It's a bit cold."

"Northern wind." Zhu Wei pinched his fingers and said inscrutablely: "This place is not suitable for staying."

Bai Hu and the city lord raised their hands to brush away the hair that covered their faces. Who wouldn't be able to see such a strong north wind?

Staring at the village not far away, Qingtaki asked thoughtfully: "Can you see anything?"

Bai Hu, who had been blowing the wind, said: "The village."

The corners of Qingtaki's lips moved slightly, he looked to the left, this is more reliable.

Sensing his gaze, as well as the trust and importance in it, Zhu Yu was a little terrified, and he began to pinch his fingers: "The poor Taoist counts..."

He pinched about half a stick of incense, but he didn't fart.

It's just sad.

The city lord pondered for a moment and said, "Once you enter the village, you enter an illusion."

A dismantling sentence popped up next to it: "Probably not."

The Lord City Lord narrowed his eyes slightly, and Qingtaki smiled charmingly: "I think finding the thing attached to the mirage can break the illusion and subdue it."

The cold scene king Bai Hu said abruptly: "Are you sure?"

Qingtaki's face darkened.

A few people talked outside the village, some are gone, some are long and some are short, some are happy and unhappy, and they will disappear from their original places when the moon is at its fullest and brightest.

The village is peaceful and peaceful. In the house, there are only the sounds of the couple lying on the kang rubbing their ears together and the sound of a sleeping baby grinding their teeth.

The pigpen, the sheeppen, the chicken coop, and the cowshed are very quiet, humming a few times from time to time.

Several people entered the village without making a sound.

The city lord signaled Qingtaki, Baihu and Zhu Yu to be free, and he walked forward with a calm and calm pace, without any tension in facing the unknown situation.

"I'm afraid of dogs." Qing Taki said, then turned around and walked back around the village.

Zhu Yu sat cross-legged on the big millstone, pinched out the Dao mark with ten fingers, and there was a red light lingering from the fingertips. His voice was a little ethereal: "Dong."

Bai Hu decisively headed west.

There was a big black dog strolling in the village. It smelled a stranger, and was knocked out when it was about to come.

The city lord stood under the big willow tree hugging two people by the dry well at the entrance of the village. The village itself was a mirage, but it was really trampled underfoot.

He took a few steps closer, pinched a hanging willow branch with his fingers, and broke it with a snap.

The scenery in front of me changed, there was no willow tree, no night, but an empty room, only the cry of a baby.

The city lord looked at himself more than 100 years ago, without any change in expression on his face, he just stood there, watching the doll eat his own snot and tears when he was tired of crying.

The picture is very beautiful.

The doll would sleep and spit bubbles when he was tired from eating. After a long time, a young man came to pick him up and touched his buttocks: "Young master, you are going to be the city lord in the future. How can you wet the bed? You have to learn to be patient. persist in."

The city lord raised his eyebrows, his butler was once a handsome man.

He raised his eyebrows again, time is a butcher's knife.

Ten years have passed, the baby has grown up, Nuo Da's palace and the White Bird City are all his, the father only left him a few words, it's not that I'm sorry for you, or that father loves you, but——

If you meet a good man, marry him.

20 years later, the baby has grown into an alluring appearance, possessing the magical power that shocks the whole Liguo. All the big girls in and out of the city came to express their enthusiasm that they really want to throw themselves into their arms, but he is not happy at all.

Because he can't be hard, he is a soft guy who can't be supported.

He is lonelier than ever.

The city lord looked at the old self sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the stick up and down, touching Amo, and then lying on the bed to sleep by himself, no one accompanied him.

Looking back on his past few decades, the city lord is very calm, because he is different now. He has someone to accompany him when he sleeps, someone to give him water when he is thirsty, someone to feed him when he is hungry, add clothes when it is cold, and take off when it is hot. .

No matter in the wind or in the sun, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, wherever he is, there are people who will accompany him. When he is unhappy, he will try his best to coax him, and he will pretend to be a pig face and crawl like a turtle.

There was wetness on his face, and the city owner stretched out his hand to touch it, but his expression froze, did he cry?

The scenery in front of him is constantly changing, and it has been dozens of spring and autumn, the housekeeper is getting old, the guards are from young to middle-aged, and the city is becoming more and more peaceful.

He was still alone, until the townspeople enthusiastically spread the news, and the big competition appeared.

Of the 22 adult men with their own characteristics, only one became his wife, the longest, largest and most beautiful.

On the night of the bridal chamber, the charming man in the big red robe fled in a hurry. He got angry alone in the room and broke a wine glass.

Behind is the Shili River, and the ups and downs under the crooked neck tree are absurd overnight.

From that night on, all the city lord saw was his happy self, and his days and his bed went side by side.

He liked that person, very much.

Like what's behind it?The city lord frowned suddenly, he was sad why he didn't understand.

The picture changed again, the city owner found him under the willow tree, the cool breeze was blowing on his face, and everything in the village was hazy under the bright moonlight.

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came from behind, the city lord turned his head, and the murderous aura around him disappeared after seeing who it was.

Hai Yen, who came over, pulled back the hair from the city owner's shoulders: "How is it?"

"Illusion." The city lord let him hold his hand, and looked more: "Aren't you in Bronze Town?"

Haiyin curled his lips and smiled, "I don't trust you."

"Where is Snake Three?" The city lord was still looking at him and asked expressionlessly.

"Why do you care about him?" Haiyne restrained his smile, seeming a little anxious: "Let's go out, Qingtaki and the others are waiting outside the village."

The Lord City Lord did not move, he narrowed his eyes and said indifferently: "What is the first thing I do when I sleep?"

"Close your eyes, of course." Haiyne pinched the tip of the city lord's nose and held his hand: "Let's go, the village will disappear after sunrise, we'll find a way when we go back."

The Lord City Master pursed his lips, and spit out a few words: "It's the one who caught you."

"What?" Hyne didn't understand.

"When I go to bed every night, the first thing I do is to grab the part below your abdomen." The city lord stared at the person in front of him, familiar with the outline in his bones and the dark blue.

Something flashed in his eyes, and Hynyne showed an ambiguous smile: "Yes, you are holding it very tightly."

"What do I like to do with you the most?" The City Lord's face was calm, and his tone was the same, as if he was just asking casually.

Hyynne answered quickly this time, and her smile became more and more ambiguous: "Make love."

"It's sleep." The city lord paused every word.

Haiyne's figure distorted for an instant, and then returned to normal very quickly, as if it was just an illusion, he lowered his head and kissed the top of the city lord's head, and sighed with helplessness: "Yes, you hug me every time. Let go."

The smell that floated into the nose was also the familiar smell of the sea. The city lord opened his mouth and said a sentence that he said every day: "I like you."

"I like you too." The smile on Hynyne's face became clearer, and he succeeded.

The city lord's gaze sank, his sea turtle would never say such a thing, it would just smile silly, with a silly look, very cute.

"Let's go, let's go back to sleep." Hyne said softly, "I miss you very much."

The Lord City Lord made a sound from his nose, and followed him towards the exit of the village.

"I won't come out this time when I go back, we have a bunch of children."

When approaching the entrance of the village, the city lord suddenly stopped and looked up at the bright moon.

Haiyne's face suddenly became illusory, and then became clear again. He lovingly touched the back of the city lord: "What's wrong? Are you sleepy?"

"It's almost dawn." The city lord looked at him inexplicably.

Hynyne became more anxious: "So we have to go out quickly."

The city lord broke free from his hand: "What is there outside the village? Is it a prison, or a trap that will never turn over?"

"You think I'm betraying you?" Hyynne showed a sad expression.

There was an incomprehensible smile on the lips of the city lord: "I was almost deceived by you."

"What? You want to kill me?" Hyne breathed heavily, his face was very ugly, his whole body was shaking, and he looked heartbroken.

"I won't kill you." The city lord stretched out his hand to caress the cheek of the person in front of him, his voice was low, but with a gentleness that belonged to him alone: ​​"Because I know you are not him."

Hyne's complexion changed, but he was still trying to calm down: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Go back to your own world." The city lord waved his hand, and the world's creatures and creatures were shattered.

Everything went back to the original point, the city owner was still standing under the tree, in the moonlight village, and there were the voices of Qingtaki and the others behind him, as if he had never experienced anything.

The land of illusion is what everyone's heart desires most, so he saw his turtle.

However, a fake is a fake after all, and cannot stand the touch.

This is the real world.

There was a wind blowing the black clothes and white hair, and the city lord opened his slightly narrowed black eyes. He raised his hand and stretched out his hand towards the void, and there was a ferocious roar from inside the big tree, and the thing pulled out looked like a dragon or a dragon.

The head has forked horns like a deer, red sideburns grow from the neck to the back, dark earth-colored scales grow backward from the waist, and the feet are like dragons and wide.

It was struggling in the palm of the city owner, but he couldn't get rid of it.

The city lord casually watched its pitiful sobs, then roared ferociously, and slowly opened its slightly pursed lips in a contemptuous arc.

"You're still too weak."